This blog is dedicated to recording the thoughts of a little pug named Winston, the Grand Duke of Pugsworth, as he struggles through a pampered existence.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

I Lost! I Was Robbed!!!I lost "best working dog" to a German Shepard with a backpack. The Judge said it was because I did not schmooze with him when he came over to meet me. Silly me, I thought that merit would determine the winner. My parents tell me that it is an honor just to be nominated but the bitter taste of an underserved defeat continues to pollute my mouth ... along with the stinkbug I ate before my parents could react.

This is me sticking my tongue out at defeat.

This is the display of prizes, and you can see the runway and the crowd in the background. This is as close as I got to the prizes.

Here we are on the runway with the judge and my competition. I could have sworn I had it in the bag by this point.

Here are the ten winners, notice that I am not up there. That huge german shephard with the backpack on is the one who beat me.

There were lots of other dogs at the event, and we had some time to mingle before the show. This is Winston (hereinafter "the fake," to avoid confusion). He is a bona fide 30 pound pug.

This is "the fake" with his Dad. They won first place for best pet/owner lookalike.

Winston "the fake" did not seem overly impressed by their win.

These were Winston's two chihuahuah siblings.

Here are a couple more pugs. You may remember them from their picture, where they were sitting together on a big tractor. They did not make the finals... losers.

This is a bulldog. I am told that this is the way that all of them look.

This is another dog with strange eyes. This condition makes me feel a certain kinship to him.

This is a portable mop, I have no idea why its owners brought it but they may be the custodial contractors or something.

This is recovering from the shock of my loss. Me and Mommy were sure that my looks and her wearing of her "Pug Power" sweatshirt would make us shoo-ins. I apologize to my fans for failing, let us regroup and perhaps we shall try again next year.

12 comments:

Oh Winston, I'm so sorry you were robbed. Perhaps your parents didn't know that you need to grease the judge's palm a bit. German Shepherds are known for their cheating and bribery. I'm sure that is why you lost.

Hey winston i am sure you did your best and i should know since i been through how you feel but this time around i made it to the nationals so don't give up hope at least you won the contest in the paper how many german shepards could say that or bark that

Sorry to hear that you were robbed!! Don't let it discourage you though, there are tons of photo contests for you to win! My Mom just told me last week that I am in a calender! I can't wait to see if I win anything else!Good Luck!

Oh Winston. I am so sorry that you lost, to a german shephard no doubt. I am surprised though that you did not use your pug charm to woo the judges. We voted for you. Better luck next time! At least you did your best!

Sorry you didn't win but you would have if you could have brought your computer as a prop with you. If it makes you feel better, we got gypped at the Petco Halloween contest by someone you brought a matching kid WITH the dog. Don't worry, you are 10 times cuter than the German Shephard.

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In the whole catalogue of the canine species, there is not one of less utility, or possessing less the powers of attraction than the Pug Dog, applicable to no sport, appropriate to no useful purpose, susceptible of no predominant passion, and in no way whatever remarkable for any extra eminence, he has continued from era to era for what alone he might have been originally intended, the patient follower of a ruminating philosopher, or the adulating and consolatory companion of an old maid.

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The Story of the Grand Duke of Pugsworth

I'm a pug puppy that was born on July 8, 2006. I have a face that entitles me to get away with murder and, if all goes according to plan, I shall be able to freely manipulate my Humans as soon as they are properly trained. I foresee a pampered existence for myself, and will do whatever is necessary to see that it comes to be. Now (getting into character) I shall transform myself into an innocent dumb angel...and the Humans will be none the wiser. P.S.- I LOVE COMPLIMENTS! Feel free to leave me a message.

The story of the stray my parents brought home one day, aka "Cosette Colbert d'Bonapug"

Cosette is my little sister, born March 3, 2008. I am not sure how exactly my parents found her, but I am guessing that while they were out playing without me one day, they saw her wandering around and, in a momentary lapse of judgment, decided to bring her home. [Parents' Note: Cosette was not a stray, as much as we admire people who adopt pets who are or were strays, or from shelters, we got Cosette from a wonderful breeder and know that from the minute she was born, she has been nothing but pampered.] I guess she's not really so horrible, we play a lot but she also likes to sleep almost as much as I do, and she is even more snuggly than me, if you can imagine that. Unlike me, she is a social butterfly and loves to play with any other dog, person, or stuffie she sees, although, she is terrified of cats. She seems to be stuck in permanent puppy-hood and is the source of constant amusement for me and my parents.